Writer 1978: I Need to Give the Literary World a Lesson

Chapter 293 Dreaming of Beidaihe

Seeing that it was Lao Zhang, Liu Yimin was even more surprised than when he saw Xu Chi, as Lao Zhang did not know Liu Yimin's address.

It was a sweltering day, and I don't even know how I found my way here; I was drenched in sweat.

"Comrade Zhang, what's going on?"

Old Zhang took the wet towel handed to him by Liu Fuqing and wiped his sweat, immediately leaving the towel stained with a layer of black.

"You didn't expect that, did you? I told you I would come to your wedding."

Liu Yiguo works at the mining bureau. Having learned of his upcoming marriage at the last minute, he specifically requested an extension of his leave from the mining bureau. Because the leave was too long, his department reported the matter to the bureau.

The director of the mining bureau was acquainted with Yang Yushan, the county party secretary, and Yang Yushan told Lao Zhang the news.

Without a word, Old Zhang boarded the train. Not knowing the address didn't matter; as long as he knew where the Beijing People's Art Theatre was, he could easily find out by asking around.

"It's a pity I made it in time, but I didn't bring a decent gift!" Old Zhang said with a smile.

Seeing this, Yan Jiayan smiled and said, "This is what you call a small gift with great meaning!"

The praise from the group of people made Old Zhang feel embarrassed.

Cao Yu pulled Lao Zhang and Xu Chi to sit next to him. Lao Zhang felt lightheaded as Cao Yu held his hand.

I had only one thought in my mind: this trip was worth it, it was fucking worth it! I have to brag about it when I get back!
Yu Jiajia took a picture of this scene, and later sent the photo to Lao Zhang. Lao Zhang wanted to keep the photo in his pocket every day and show it off to everyone he met.

Since the wedding wasn't held in the village, there were fewer traditional customs. Liu Yimin took turns toasting everyone, round after round.

"Master Ma, we've had so many drinks together, how about I have just one today?" Liu Yimin asked with a smile.

"No way! I've had so many drinks, but today is the happiest. I'll have three drinks with Master Ma!"

Liu Yimin smiled and agreed, and then they drank one cup after another. Xu Chi and Lao Zhang had come from afar, so they couldn't be left out.

Feng Xiaogang looked at Chen Peisi and said, "This is what it means to have a gathering of wise men!"

"Unfortunately, I'm not the main character today!" Chen Peisi said, shaking his head.

Liu Yimin didn't drink much alcohol with the Chinese literature professors, who were afraid he would drink too much.

Besides, they are old and can't drink much.

"The future of our Chinese department rests on the shoulders of you young people!" Yang Hui said kindly.

"I will do my best!"

Yan Jiayan patted Liu Yimin on the shoulder: "I've got it. With so many people listening, don't try to renege on your promise later!"

"Hahaha!"

"Director Wang, Director Liu!"

"Yimin, please write us more good scripts in the future!"

When they arrived at the Beijing People's Art Theatre, Lan Tianye, Ouyang Shanzun, and Su Min laughed and said, "Treat Xiao Zhu well, or we three old guys won't let you off the hook!"

"sure!"

"Mr. Xia!"

Xia Yan said, "I wish you a perfect match and a harmonious and loving marriage!"

"Brother Yimin, Sister Zhulin, I want to drink too!" Shen Yun said.

"Then I'll have a drink with you, brother!"

Cui Daoyi stood up and began to explain how he acted as a matchmaker, successfully satisfying everyone's curiosity.

“This is fate!” Cui Daoyi said proudly.

They drank for a long time, and as they drank, Liu Yimin felt like he couldn't stand up anymore, so everyone stopped urging him to drink.

At the banquet, both the host and guests were delighted.

When Zou Huofan learned that Liu Yimin had written a poem at the Zhu family's house, he hurriedly asked someone to give it to him.

He added regretfully, "One poem isn't enough; he should have written several more before opening the door!"

After everyone dispersed, Zhu Lin helped Liu Yimin, who swayed unsteadily, back to the room. In the alley, people watched the departing crowd, marveling at how many important figures had come; each one looked like a leader.

That evening, the bedroom was filled with a red glow. Liu Yimin's drunkenness had mostly subsided, and Zhu Lin drank some wine for him, though not much.

Liu Yimin lay on his side, propping his head up, and looked at Zhu Lin with a smile. Zhu Lin's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were like pools of spring water.

Zhu Lin has extremely beautiful eyes, with double eyelids, big eyes, and a high nose bridge. Her smile is bright and charming, and her oval face gives people a gentle feeling.

"What are you looking at, Teacher Liu?" Zhu Lin's voice was barely audible.

"Look at you!"

Zhu Lin lowered her head shyly, then opened her eyes wide and looked at Liu Yimin: "Teacher Liu, am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful! Zhu Lin, your eyes are so beautiful. They hold sunshine and rain, the sun and moon, mountains and rivers, clouds and mist, flowers and birds!"

Zhu Lin reached out and hugged Liu Yimin's neck, boldly saying, "Teacher Liu, your eyes are even more beautiful because of me!"

Inside the room, the red candles went out, the window curtains fell down, and the red quilt was tossed about.

Under the cover of night, the Milky Way twinkled and shooting stars danced in the sky above the courtyard, exploding and scattering like fireworks, forming a sky full of shooting stars of all sizes.

The sound of shooting stars falling in the courtyard, in the bamboo grove, on the ginkgo tree, and rustling among the henna bushes echoed throughout the courtyard until it filled the entire space.

As night fell, the elderly folks in the alley were oblivious, chatting only about the fireflies dancing in the sky.

The next day, Liu Yimin and Zhu Lin woke up early, and their sister-in-law Gu Ping gave them a meaningful smile.

Inside the study, gifts and monetary donations from everyone were displayed. Since these were all cultured individuals, many had given calligraphy and paintings.

Liu Yimin opened them and looked at them. Some were his own writings, stamped with his seal, while others were words given to others, such as those from Li Keran and Fu Baoshi.

Zhu Lin opened a painting, saw the poem on it, and immediately blushed.

I don't know who wrote Su Dongpo's poem: "Mandarin Ducks - A Pair Under the Blanket at Night, A Tree Pressed Down."

Because Liu Yimin is not a "pear blossom", a person was drawn in the blank space. If you look closely, he looks somewhat similar to Liu Yimin. The "crabapple" position is indeed filled with a crabapple, and this crabapple is exceptionally bright!
Liu Yimin wanted to know who it was, but there was no signature on it!
Liu Yimin thought to himself, "He has a real talent for calligraphy. I'll find him sooner or later!"
Without following any rules, Liu Yimin took both families on a train to Beidaihe that afternoon.

Zhu Lin introduced Beidaihe to Liu Fuqing and Yang Xiuyun, making Zhu's parents feel even more sour than if they had eaten lemons.

This is now theirs!
The two families stayed in a slightly better guesthouse, enjoying the cool air of Beidaihe, and the group was filled with laughter.

The next day, Zhu's father and mother said, "Linlin, Yimin, you two do your thing, we'll do ours."

“Yes, yes, you two can go wherever you want. We can just stroll around the beach!” Liu Fuqing said.

So Liu Yimin and Zhu Lin went swimming, and they stopped paying attention to them.

"Liu Yimin, do you still remember the swimming method that Teacher Zhu Lin taught you last time?" Zhu Lin said proudly, hands on his hips.

Liu Yimin gently pinched her waist and laughed, "You'll only know if you try!"

The two swam around once, and when there were more people around, they found the same rock they had stayed on before. Sitting on the rock, Zhu Lin smiled and imitated the scene when she first kissed Liu Yimin on the cheek.

After the kiss, Zhu Lin jumped into the water. Liu Yimin chuckled, knowing this time things wouldn't be so simple.

As she spoke, she jumped into the water and hugged Zhu Lin, pushing the seawater aside with her hands, which startled Zhu Lin so much that he immediately hid behind the rocks.

"Teacher Liu, let's make sure no one sees us."

"Don't worry, it's just swimming. We'll stay at the same water level."

During a break from filming at the Yanjing Military Region, Feng Xiaogang, who wasn't filming, didn't go to training but instead ran behind a wall.

Holding an ice pop, he bent down and smiled at a round-faced, bulging-eyed, chubby young man with a roguish look next to him, saying, "Brother Shuo, it's so hot, have an ice pop, I'll fan you!"

"Are you kidding me? Is it true or false? Is it really that incredible?" Wang Shuo said impatiently.

"Hey, if I were to lie, I'd be a martyr if I met a heartless ingrate on the front lines of filming. Brother Shuo, you wouldn't believe it. When Liu Yimin got married, the room was filled with prominent figures from the arts and culture world. As they say, it was a gathering of luminaries."

This group consists of retired professors from Yenching University, that group is made up of veteran members of the Writers' Association, the group to the south is from the film studio, and the group to the north is from the Ministry of Culture. There are also people from the Beijing People's Art Theatre. Wow, I met quite a few people!

Liu Yimin grabbed my hand and introduced me to them, saying I was his best friend, and even toasted me twice. Oh my, how could I refuse? I even forgot how I got back!
But hey, Shuo-ge, once your novel is published, you'll definitely be more successful than Liu Yimin. I think your novel has the potential to sweep away all opposition!

Wang Shuo waved his hand impatiently and said:
"Why are you spouting so much nonsense? Don't I know in my heart whether I can compare or not? But I do want to get to know this Liu Yimin and see if he's really as amazing as the rumors say. Everyone else praises him, but I'm not convinced!"

(End of this chapter)